Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends

It's too much anymore.











I don't want to talk to you.

Am I blind?
Was I blind?

Placing in you a greatness undeserved?

Are you an addiction? Do I love you and hate you?

Can I stand being around you?




Am I afraid of not knowing you? Does it admit my fear of never being close to a woman?

What if I told you? Would you care? Somehow, I doubt it.


You're avoiding me.

I Am Not A Robot

I think I'm caught in some fantastic limbo.I'm on my bed and room is really nice and warm, but the window is open and it's raining. Occasionally some drops get in, but it's actually pleasant.